Chapter 62

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 62

Chapter Title: Episode 62

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Moaning sounds had stopped.

- Ha-yeon, wanna shower together?

- Why? You wanna shower with me?

- Yeah. Let's wash each other.

- Be honest. You're pretending to wash me but really wanna do naughty stuff, right?

It looked like they were going to shower together.

Soon, the sounds of flesh slapping echoed.

- Put your hands on the chair and stick your butt out.

- We did it in the bathroom already? You want more? Still not enough?

- Yeah.

- Jeez... you pervert... can't believe you. Fine. Pound me till I'm sick of it.

- Hah... feels so good.

- Haang. Ang. So hard. Haang. Ang. So hot. Feels good. Aang. Ang.

Moaning sounds filled the air once more.

"Ha..."

Oh Mi-yeon let out a sigh.

The cozy, happy feeling in her heart. The warm, peaceful feeling.

It shattered like glass exploding everywhere.

"This is so fucking annoying."

She plugged in her earphones. Soft piano music played. No more moaning sounds.

But she couldn't fall asleep. Sleep just wouldn't come.

Her mind was a mess.

'Guess I need some fresh air.'

No way she could stay inside.

She went out and breathed in the night air for a while.

"Piggy, good night."

"I'll walk you home."

"No, it's fine."

"I'm not fine with it. Come on."

Oh Mi-yeon glanced sideways.

Jin-seong and the woman were leaving the studio apartment, arms linked.

They walked gazing at each other, eyes full of affection and warmth.

So sweet and tender it was ridiculous.

'Why is she so pretty?'

Honestly, she was shocked.

The woman's beauty was radiant.

A beauty on par with her own.

In some ways, even prettier than her.

'Goddammit! This is fucking annoying!'

It felt like swallowing a hundred sweet potatoes without water.

Her stomach churned like the snacks from dinner were stuck.

She woke up.

I'm so happy.

Slept like a baby from 2 AM to 9 AM—seven solid hours.

Messages piled up overnight.

Sent heartfelt replies to each.

[Choi A-young: Photo]

[Choi A-young: Photo]

Mwah. So happy.

Savored the photos Choi A-young sent last night for a good long while.

First photo.

White shirt, no bra. Small melon-sized breasts. Deep cleavage. Nipples peeking teasingly.

Second photo.

Pink dolphin pants. Ant-waist thin, well-developed hips, plump ass, thick thighs.

And a clear camel toe.

'Her body's insanely hot.'

Drool-worthy figure made his mouth water.

'Gonna devour her all night tomorrow.'

Tomorrow, off to the beach with Choi A-young. Two days, one night trip. Planning their first time.

'Life's good.'

A grin spread across his face from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sheer contentment.

Happiness score maxed out before he knew it.

Every bit of joy bumped up the score, and at 100, he could draw a random item.

The Happiness Vending Machine was about the size of his fist. A golden button gleamed right in the center.

Press!

Pushed the button.

'Wonder what item this time?'

Already snagged four items before.

[Stamina Booster Pill x1]

[Coca-Cola 1.5L x6]

[Fragrant Toilet Paper x30 rolls]

[Anseong Ramen (instant) x30 packs]

Got the Stamina Booster once.

Daily necessities too.

Oh? Skin-related item acquired.

'Jackpot.'

Shop sells Honey Skin Pills for 10 points each.

Scored a 10-point item. Pure profit.

Popped the Honey Skin Pill.

Extremely satisfied.

No matter how he thought about it, the Happiness Vending Machine was OP.

Not a one-time thing—permanent item.

Lifelong item pulls possible.

'If I pull it 300 times a year... even if just 10% are 10-pointers...'

Simple math.

One 10-point item per 10 pulls?

At least 300 points a year profit.

Two or more per 10?

At least 600 points a year.

3,000 to 6,000 points in 10 years.

6,000 to 12,000 in 20 years.

Happy.

Checked his schedule.

'Brunch with Mi-yeon today... gym after... read all afternoon... work through evening.'

Relaxed schedule. Plenty of free time. Quitting the factory was the best call.

'Time to get moving.'

Quick face wash.

Headed next door.

"Mi-yeon! Open up, please."

"Sure—hold on."

Door opened.

Oh Mi-yeon, apron on, greeted him with her signature fairy-like smile.

Checked her favorability.

Not long ago, it was negative.

In less than a month, it skyrocketed.

At this rate, max favorability and affection soon.

Sniff sniff!

Delicious aroma teased his nose.

"Made curry?"

Curry scent.

"Yeah, hate curry?"

"Love it. Can't get enough."

"Good. Come in."

Curry smelled amazing.

Oh Mi-yeon offered brunch.

No reason to refuse, so he accepted gladly.

"Sit and wait. Watch TV if bored. Drink if thirsty."

"Got it."

Sat down.

"Feels awkward cooking after so long."

Looked at Oh Mi-yeon.

Thick gray sweater. Ankle-length gray skirt. Bear apron.

'She's seriously gorgeous.'

Beauty incarnate.

168cm. Tiny head. Slender build. 8-head proportions.

Smile like a heavenly fairy. Aura like a noble queen.

Jin-seong asked.

"Need help?"

"I'm good."

"How long?"

"Just a bit. Almost done."

Food set on the table.

Curry, egg soup, pickled radish, chopped kimchi.

Cheese veggie egg roll-ups.

"Dig in."

"Thanks. I'll eat well."

Picked up spoon.

Mixed curry and rice. Shoveled a bite in.

"How is it?"

"Whoa! This is seriously delicious?!"

No exaggeration. Dead serious. Pro-level curry. Sauce, beef, veggies in perfect harmony.

"Wow! The curry flavor's insane."

"Glad it suits you."

"My mouth's in heaven thanks to you, Mi-yeon."

"Hehe. Eat lots."

Not just curry. Fluffy chive egg soup and cheese veggie rolls were top-notch too.

Praised nonstop.

Oh Mi-yeon's shoulders squared up proudly.

Finished eating.

Enjoyed coffee and snacks.

"Hey—Rice Boy, no, Jin-seong. Wanna drop formal speech?"

"Sure?"

"Great. I'm older, so call me noona."

"Gotcha."

Work buddies turned noona-dongsaeng.

"You drop too, noona."

"Nah. I'll stay polite. Formal's comfier than casual."

Oh Mi-yeon set down her teacup.

"Um... seeing anyone?"

Asked cautiously.

"Huh? Yeah. I am."

He was. Two, even.

Last night, banged Park Ha-yeon in his place.

Tomorrow, beach trip with Choi A-young. First time.

"Why?"

Tilted his head.

"Your nighttime moans were way too loud and slutty... Couldn't sleep at all... Tone it down a bit."

"Gasp?! You heard?! Sorry. I'll be careful."

"Heard every bit. Be careful from now on."

Oh Mi-yeon's fairy smile deepened.

Chill!

Why? What was it?

Why did her smile give him goosebumps? Why the cold sweat down his back?

Neighbor's fuckfest was seriously unpleasant.

A guy catching her eye banging ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠some other woman so vulgarly was beyond unpleasant.

The woman he was with was a beauty rivaling her own—that was unspeakably, extremely unpleasant.

Hit the gym.

Achievement unlocked.

Time flies.

Unlocked Achievement 1 yesterday, now 95 already.

'Almost there.'

Exercise Achievement 100 within reach.

'Can't wait for 100.'

Stretched.

Hopped on treadmill. Walked, then ran—alternating every 3 minutes.

'Hm?'

Glanced aside.

'Skinny?'

Lim Jun-ho climbed on the next treadmill.

Jin-seong's eyebrow twitched.

Lim Jun-ho ran on his treadmill.

'Can't lose!'

Jin-seong gritted his teeth.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Cranked treadmill speed higher.

Ran way faster than Lim Jun-ho.

Lim Jun-ho upped his speed.

They ran like madmen.

Two hours later.

"Haa... haa..."

Lim Jun-ho collapsed.

Mind hazy from exhaustion.

Not just stamina grew.

"Piggy, congrats!"

"Haa—thanks."

Jin-seong nailed 190kg lift.

180kg to 190kg growth.

Achievement 95 cleared!

Just 5 left till Exercise Achievement 100.